Hard times(One direction fan fic)HOLD

Chapter 5 Knifes and pain

I went through the rest of the day. Totally annoyed with Blake. How could someone that I talked to all the time do that to me?

I walked home instead of riding the bus home. I was to annoyed to deal with the drama on the bus. I knew the older kids would yell and hoot and holler about me beating up that girl I had no idea who she was.

My hand was still thouving from when I hit that girls nose. I think I broke it to be honest. It's black and blue, and about 5" wide. All I know is its huge.

When I got home I walked in the door only to find mom and dad fighting again. Why do they have to always be fighting!

"Stop the both of you! You are acting like children. You see something you both want and you fight and I've had enough for it! I'm leaving you two babies to work everything out and I've you don't I'm leaving, forever!"

"Angel..."

"Don't call me Angel! I am done with Angel and if you call me that name again I will punch the both of you and maybe nock some common sense into you. Ha, like that will happen!"

My moms mouth dropped open but dad was not having what I had said,"What in the name is your problem? You are acting like a crazy out of controll teenager and I'm done with it!"

He walked up to me and back handed me in the face. He had left a big red mark where his hand was just at. He hit me pretty hard because it stung still from when he hit me ten minutes later but I'm not going into what happened then..

I walked to my room and locked my door. My face stung, my legs hurt, and I was all confused with what had just happened. How could Blake go out with Rachel, how could bryan like me? How could this all happen to me? Me?

I looked over from my bed and looked at myself from the mirror above my vanity. Why was I so ugly? Why did I have to have ugly brown hair, and dirty blue eyes, and a nose that looks like it should be on a pig. Why?

To numbs he pain away I grabbed the knife next to my bed and slid it across my thigh making another cut of pain. It oozed out blood and it hurt like hell.

I took the knife again and cut my calf. Leaving a long cut that was bleeding down my leg.

I went outside and ran to the bathroom and got a bandaid and the. Ran back to my room.

I screamed...